After retiring from the circle, the queen of Jiaoye spoiled the rich and powerful

Leaning on crutches, Wang Shi walked in step by step.

Wei City is located in the north, and the cold winter comes early every year. Generally, after the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers wither, it will begin to snow.

The little granddaughter wanted to come to the film and television city, so she dragged him along.

He was getting old, and suddenly it was snowing, so he couldn't help coughing.

The little granddaughter was terrified and wanted to take him to eat something warm to keep him warm.

At this time, there were not many shops, and there were only bars and KTVs.

Listening to the deafening voice inside, Wang Shi only felt that his eardrums were about to be shattered.

His face naturally became more and more ugly.

Wang Tan didn't dare to provoke him, so he hurried out to look for places his grandfather would like.

Seeing that grandpa is willing to come in.

Wang Tan breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, with her grandfather's weird temper, the whole family has nothing to do with him.

As soon as he entered the yard, he seemed to feel that the coldness on his body had dissipated a lot.

"grandfather?"

When I entered the house, there was a fire burning in the stove, and it was warm inside.

Wang Tan turned around and saw that his grandfather was still standing at the door.

She rushed out in a hurry and supported Wang Shi.

"Grandpa, go in quickly."

Wang Shi waved his hand.

"It's okay, I know my own body."

Wang Shi's gaze never left the plaque in front of him.

"Good word...!"

Wang Shi couldn't stop chanting.

"This character penetrates three points into the wood, and the strokes are sharp. It is a rare calligraphy by everyone!"

Wang Shi couldn't help but praise.

"Little girl, who wrote this word?"

Hearing Wang Shi's question, Wang Tan smiled apologetically at Song Weitang.

"I'm sorry, our family has a little research on calligraphy, and my grandfather has dealt with calligraphy all his life, so he can't help it when he sees good characters."

"nothing."

Song Weitang said to Wang Tan, then turned to Wang Shi and replied: "I wrote it."

When Wang Tan heard it, he immediately turned around and said to Wang Shi in a low voice: "Grandpa, you sometimes miss it!"

She was pressed down to learn calligraphy when she was a child, and she never saw her grandfather praise her.

Grandpa usually has his eyes above the top, but this time he praised him rarely.

The proprietress is not much older than myself, no matter how much I have a family background, it doesn't make sense, the proprietress is better than myself!

Wang Shi didn't even look at his granddaughter, but looked at Song Weitang in front of him with bright eyes.

"How long has it been since the little girl learned calligraphy?"

Brother Qiu, who had finished eating the noodles over there, stroked his stomach and took a sip of the tea on the table.

The indescribable woody scent instantly soothed the hotness in my heart.

"Comfortable!"

Brother Qiu couldn't help but let out a cry.

Why didn't I know that Song Weitang's cooking was so delicious.

If only I knew!

Back then he was absolutely the first to sign Song Weitang.

Compared to Brother Qiu, Shen Qi and Zhuo Qingheng's eating was much more elegant. The noodles were indeed delicious, but the two of them still had an elegant demeanor.

Brother Qiu got up straight away, he was full and wanted to walk.

After working as a manager for so many years, the entertainment industry is the most realistic place, and people are impetuous. It has been a long, long time since he has this feeling of peace of mind.

As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Wang Shi praise his handwriting.

Brother Qiu followed and saw the words "There is a small shop".

He doesn't know calligraphy, but those words are flying like dragons and phoenixes, and the writing is really beautiful.

"Since elementary school, I have practiced every week."

Song Weitang replied softly.

The Song family's rule of cooking is to practice the knife first.

If you can't even persist in knife skills, you are not qualified to enter the Song family's kitchen.

When she first learned knife skills, she almost couldn't hold on.

My uncle asked her to play chess with her, my grandfather asked her to practice calligraphy, and my aunt asked her to follow embroidery without any problems. It seemed that her learning was messy. Apart from distracting her, these all honed her patience.

After three years of honest cooking, she officially started to learn how to cook.

It's just that she didn't break these things later, and she has persisted until now.

Even now, she insists on writing every week.

Hearing Song Weitang's words, Wang Shi's eyes brightened even more.

The children of the Wang family have been holding pens since they were able to walk.

Those like Wang Tan were taught by him himself.

Compared with Wang Tan's words, the words in front of me may be a bit inferior in terms of writing power, but I don't know how much better they are in terms of artistic conception and strength of character.

"Little girl, are you willing to learn to write?"

Wang Shi asked softly.

Hearing this sentence, Wang Tan, who had been kicking the small stone, almost stared straight out of his eyes.

I go……

What is this!

Who is her grandfather?

The well-recognized calligrapher in country A, the Langya Wang family is inherited from Wang Xi's lineage.

Even if the aristocratic family has declined by now.

But their Wang family is also a scholarly family from generation to generation.

This one is definitely the only one who has attainments in calligraphy.

I don't know how many people want to worship under her grandfather's door.

Some people even tried to impress her old man by imitating Cheng Men Lixue in ancient times. Grandpa didn't even bother to look at it.

Now actually speaking in person, this is equivalent to begging someone to be an apprentice.

Song Weitang was a little surprised, facing the eager old man.

Song Weitang didn't even need to think, just shook his head and refused.

"Thank you grandpa for your kindness, I have no such plan."

No matter learning chess, embroidery or calligraphy, for her, they are all preparations for learning how to cook.

"What do you two want to eat?"

"In addition to the items on the brand, today's shop also has new fresh noodles."

Song Weitang said with a smile.

Wang Tan, who was thinking of having a big meal, raised his head and saw a lonely egg fried rice on the sign.

She rolled her eyes.

I finally figured out why the store was empty.

Literally less than what the bar next door sells.

There are also drinks and melon seeds in the bar!

Here is an egg fried rice, a honeydew.

Although she is not short of money, but at this price...

It doesn't seem to be in line with the market price!

Wang Tan turned his head to look at his grandfather who had no intention of leaving.

Forget it, Jindu came in.

"Egg Fried Rice, Honey Brew, and Fresh Noodles, all in one serving."

Wang Tan waved his hand and said.

What else does Wang Shi want to say?

Wang Tan hurried forward and pulled him back.

"Grandpa, you just want to persuade others, can't you persuade us after we are full, I'm about to starve to death."

Wang Tan acted like a baby, Wang Shi nodded.

The future is long, and it is rare to find such a good seedling, how could he give up.

Wang Shi entered inside with Wang Tan's support.

Only then did Brother Qiu remember, he rushed in first, and then put a mask on each of Shen Qi and Zhuo Qingheng.

"Brother Qiu, what are you doing? I haven't finished eating yet...!"

Shen Qi tore off his mask and muttered.

"Hey...you are...! Shen Qi!"

Wang Tan helped Wang Shi walk in, the first time he saw Shen Qi in white clothes, he yelled out.

Shen Qi counts as the No.1 cultivation system in China.

He has been around the film and television city since he was a child, and he has almost played all the male protagonists of popular TV series for nearly ten years.

Wang Tan recognized it immediately.